Dirty Money

You already know what time it is
See, we got rich
See, we got rich way different
My money's filthy, ya know what I mean?
I see you came up with a silver spoon
and I came up off a grow room

Uh.
Hey Max you're a fool for this bruh.
I'm blowin' dirty money (money) (money)
I'm blowin' dirty money (money) (money)

Powder on my c notes.
Room full of kilos
Heels on the floor
I'mma dress a desert eagle
Live forever like The Beatles
Ride dirty as a needle-arm
on any street rollin' Cookie
flow some Diesel
Learned the hard way,
All day, Dark Ray Bans
New ball-fade
Hallways,
with my name on the wall mane.
I'ma live forever nice
I'ma hold you down
Cities get flooded, every time I come around
Hit the SHARK TANK
408! got love for the Bern, Cali Forn I A.
I'm on my Bay shit.
Cake flips, late shifts, meetings with the Asians,
New cars, new chains, my money looks ancient.
I'm in my spaceship, feelin' like Pac
Anothe zip gets burned, while I drop my top
This that shit dog, (dog) (dog)
This that shit dog, (dog) (dog)

I'm blowin' dirty money broke bitches look funny
I'm runnin' through the mall like, "I don't need money"
I'm sittin' in my coupe, man these stones look stunning,
I'm blowin' on this cookie while I'm blowin' dirty money,
I'm blowin' dirty money (dirty money) (dirty money)
I'm blowin' dirty money (dirty money) (dirty money)
I'm blowin' dirty money (dirty money) (dirty money)
I'm blowin' dirty money (dirty money) (dirty money)



Credits
Writer(s): Gilbert Anthony Milam Jr., Equipto, Insaine, F Dogg
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